#stiles?? doesn’t have magic???

[biboybuckley]

i love how it hasn’t even been a day and people are already coming up with the most out of pocket alternative endings for that shitshow.

and it totally works because genuinely they cannot make it worse than it was. canon? doesn’t exist. foundation? not needed. realistic? who the fuck cares. as long as you change how it ended you’re doing great babe

[patolemus]

Sterek fic recs: Fake Dating AU Edition

Because @oldefashioned requested a fake dating rec list, here it is. These are all very funny, as fake dating fics ought to be, so I hope you get a good laugh out of it.

1. Not Your Disney Romance by Wrennefer (Wrenegadeone)

After a long-forgotten agreement of an arranged marriage between Derek and the daughter of another pack's alpha resurfaces, Stiles takes it upon himself to become the most amazing fake fiancé that a clueless, desperate alpha werewolf could wish for.

Notes: Domestic pack, my beloved. Stiles and Derek are precious here, I LOVE THEM!! The visiting pack, not so much, but who cares about them?? It's all pretty lighthearted, all things considered. It's completed.

2. Electricity In the Contact by ladyblahblah

In which Derek has been invited to the Greater Pacific Northwest Alpha Symposium (that's not what it's called, Stiles, stop saying that), and showing up unattached would mean an arranged marriage. When the rest of the pack objects, he agrees to let Stiles come along to pose as his mate. Derek is reasonably sure that he's not going to make it out of this weekend alive.

Notes: Werewolf convention fics are so good! I actually haven't found all that many, considering how common a trope it is, and it's a tragedy because they're always so well done! This one is no exception, and the mini-world building is also great! It's completed.

3. can’t be hateful, gotta be grateful by HalfFizzbin

"Be cool, Dad, we've decided to con Grandma." (Or, the one where the Stilinski men drag Derek to Thanksgiving dinner at Grandma's and she gets the right wrong idea.)

Notes: this one is just *cheff´s kiss* wonderful! It's all pretty domestic and the humor is on point. College student Stiles and the Sheriff are strong armed into spending Thanksgiving with Stiles' grandma, and they find nothing better than to bring Derek with them. Pining and misunderstandings ensue and thus comes the fake dating. It's completed.

4. Gravity’s Got Nothing on You by zosofi

“Three weeks,” Derek says. “Still don’t want to,” Stiles says. “I’ll pay you,” Derek says, and that… that has Stiles interested. Alf’s Antique’s may be a great job, but it’s not a high-paying job, and half of Stiles’s tuition is coming from financial aid, so… “How much,” Stiles asks, “are we talking here? Because I know your family, dude. And it’ll be kind of awkward after.“ “My family thinks you’re some sort of fucking gift to the world,” Derek seethes, like he’s jealous, “they’ll probably be pissed at me when we break it off, so don’t worry about that. Five hundred bucks.” “A thousand,” Stiles says, because screw ethics. Also, the Hale family is loaded. Derek can deal.

Notes: this had such a chokehold on me when I first read it. Absolutely wonderful. Enemies to lovers?? Maybe. Assholes to assholes-in-love, is a better descriptor. There's werewolves, and magic, and it's awesome! It's completed.

5. He’s Not Mine by Sonnee

Derek comes home to find an abandoned werebaby on his front porch and Stiles volunteers to help him out. Surprisingly, that is just the beginning of his problems.

Notes: again, it's all very domestic, like most fake dating fics ought to be. It's a kid fic, Sterek are mates, we have all the love. Not much else I can think to add... it's completed.

6. Real life isn’t a movie (life doesn’t make narrative sense) by dearericbittle (dutchmoxie)

Somehow accidentally insulting a hot guy in a coffee shop leads to pretending to be his boyfriend in front of a house full of werewolves. Stiles Stilinski is living his best life and making the most of his Hallmark movie moment.

Notes: this one had me cracking up because it's so funny! Stiles is living his best life, for real. Derek... suffers. But it's okay, because he gets a boyfriend out of this whole thing! They are disgustingly sweet in that assholish way they have. It's completed.

7. You look like my next mistake by Vendelin

“So, are you dating someone new? Someone who doesn’t mind that you’re frigid?” Kate cocks her head to the side, smiling as though she just asked him about where he bought his shoes. His entire body sighs in defeat as his shoulders grow square. Just as he opens his mouth, someone comes up to stand beside him, snaking an arm around his shoulders. When he glances to his side, expecting to see Isaac, his brain seems to malfunction. Because it isn’t Isaac. It’s Stiles Stilinski, the lacrosse talent of the year, a senior who Derek has seen multiple times from far away, but never ever talked to. In which Derek is a nerd jock, and Stiles is a frat guy, and Derek falls for him even though he knows he shouldn't.

Notes: this one had me HOWLING it's so good!! Frat boy Stiles, my beloved. It's technically not fake dating because it turns into an actual relationship pretty quickly, but it starts as fake dating so I'll take it. Stiles is an absolute sweetheart in this one, I love him! And Derek is shy, and insecure, but he's so great, and everyone gets a happy ending except Kate, which is always a good thing. It's completed.

8. All’s Fair In Orgasms and War by bleepobleep

AVN BREAKING NEWS-- DIAMOND VISTA RIDGE BREAKS HIS CONTRACT WITH HALE HOUSE "We haven't seen much of our favorite rock hard stud from Hale House ever since that indie twink dethroned him as champion in Orgasm Wars, but it's just been confirmed that Diamond will no longer be working for the legendary studio famous for producing some of our favorite werewolf-on-human works. Don't fret, Diamond fans, it looks like he's been spotted cozying up to True Alpha Studios! Apparently he couldn't get enough of that one human and then followed him home. Could it be true love? Keep your eye on this studio-- us at AVN think we're about to get a lot more of Diamond in a very new way!" ~ The one in which (almost) everyone is a porn star, and Derek just wants to curl up with his fluffy blanket and watch the Hallmark channel, but work and falling in love gets in the way.

Notes: okay but is this fake dating? Maaaaaybe. It's kinda complicated. Basically everyone here is a porn star and the pack has this studio where they cater to werewolves and have a whole thing about established relationships, which is where the fake dating comes up. It's surprisingly very fluffy, considering this is a porn au, and Derek is the softest goober in this one. Stiles is completely enamoured. It's completed.

9. Wanted from the You Are series by Asterekmess (Livinginfiction)

With the Hale pack finally settled and safe, it only makes sense that something would happen to screw it all up. To top it all off, Stiles has to pretend to be Derek's mate, or face a pack of angry Alphas. He's doomed.

Notes: Alright so this series is wonderful. The world building done for the Alpha pack is also great, and that's the center of the second part (which has the fake dating). I do recommend reading the first part before jumping on to Wanted because it is a direct continuation. Also, it's an amazing au! It's completed.

10. For Love is Not Ours to Command by weathervaanes

Where Derek's skills at thinking on his feet mean that he and Stiles have to act. For the sake of Stiles' dad, of course, for the sake of the pack. No personal interest interference at all, whatsoever. Right. -0- “Why does my dad say that you and your boyfriend are a bad influence on me?” “What?” “Yeah, what boyfriend? Dude, you are not allowed to not tell me crap like this. You didn't think I'd like be a douchebag or something. Right?” “No, wait, what? I have no boyfriend.” “He says you were with him at the police station.” Stiles blinks. “Uhm. Oh shit.”

Notes: Stiles just wanted to find dirt on Raphael McCall to blackmail him. Somehow, he got himself a whole ass boyfriend. It's complicated. That's it, that's the fic. It's completed.

11. Stiles Stilinski, Boyfriend Extraordinaire by MareLoup

“Beacon County Sheriff's Department, this is deputy Mahealani speaking.” “Oh thank god!” “Stiles?” “I, uh, I need some advice.” “Advice?” “Yeah. So, hypothetically, say you met your boyfriend’s mother and sister for the first time ever. Completely by accident. In the grocery store. And they convinced you to help them make a dinner to surprise aforementioned boyfriend when he got home after work. What would you do?” Danny paused, and then, “Stiles, you don’t have a boyfriend.” “That’s not the point! And I said hypothetically.” “Stiles...what are you doing right now?” *** Stiles never imagined he’d be in Derek’s kitchen cooking a surprise dinner with Derek’s family while they waited for Derek to get home from work. Partly because their visit was a complete surprise. But mostly because Stiles didn’t have a boyfriend. Or even know who Derek was. But he’d already come this far and Papa didn’t raise no quitter!

Notes: this is to date one of my favorite Sterek fics. I laughed so much while reading this, I'm not even joking. The whole thing is a comedy of errors gone right. Stiles somehow finds himself pretending to be Derek's boyfriend, only he has no idea who Derek even is and why his family knows Stiles at all. His inner monologue is one of the funniest I've read, and his slow descent into (good natured) madness is wonderful. It's completed.

12. Love Like An Ache In The Jaw by Anonymous

“So let me get this straight,” The sheriff massages his temples, “You found a magic book, and performed a magic spell that has backfired and magically bound you to Derek Hale, rendering you both in agony if you’re not in the same room.” Derek and Stiles exchange a look. “Um. Yes.” Stiles says sheepishly. “Right. And just to be clear, when we’re talking agony… exactly how agonizing is the agony?” Derek clears his throat. “Sir, I’ve had a pole stabbed through my chest and held there for an hour. This was… similar.” - In which boredom, magic and dumbassery come together to produce a Christmas miracle slash disaster. Oh, and Stiles' grandmother who knows absolutely nothing about the supernatural happens to be in town. Oops.

Notes: another hilarious one. Stiles does Stiles things and ends up magically bound to Derek. No one is amused except Stiles' grandmother, who's having the time of her life, here. It's completed!

[christinesficrecs]

Happy Saturday! Enjoy these brilliant fics. 🩷

I don’t know why, but I guess it has something to do with you by LunaCanisLupus_22 | 17.8K

“You smell like me,” the guy says, scowling as he crowds in and Stiles staggers back between the coats and finally hits the wall. “Why do you smell like me?”

He barely lets out a garbled sound as the blood rushes to his cheeks. “No reason,” Stiles yelps, struggling to get his footing and grasping at a whirlwind of puffy fur.

His Only Defense by LunaCanisLupus_22 | 78.7K

Stiles had just accidentally challenged an alpha.

Oh God, and Scott had just stood by and let him do it. He was the worst best friend ever. Stiles was going to kill him. Except, oh right, the alpha was going to kill him first. Like beyond dead, ripped into tiny little pieces dead. So far dead that his dad would not be able to identify him, dead.

Laying Groundwork by  LunaCanisLupus_22 | 10.9K

The one where Scott and Stiles go clubbing and there’s this broody Bouncer out to get Stiles-

Or get into his pants. Thank God it’s the latter.

Give you that thing you can’t even imagine by  LunaCanisLupus_22 | 10.9K

The one where mateless Derek thinks no omega can affect him like they do other alphas and he’s about to find out he’s very, very wrong.

Shot Through The Heart by  LunaCanisLupus_22 | 64.8K

The one when Stiles and Derek work for rival assassin companies and are sent to kill each other. It definitely doesn’t go as planned.

Foolish devouring things, build your castle in me by LunaCanisLupus_22 | 23.1K

“I will marry you,” he declares. “But should any more harm come to my father or my people, I will raze the earth itself until I feel the lifeblood drain from your corpse and paint my skin with it.”

It is not an idle warning, but from the princeling it has none of the desired effect. Derek feels no fear, but in this instance at least diplomacy triumphed over the spilling of more blood. It is all the same to him anyway. But Regent Peter was most insistent they avoid a drawn-out, gruelling war.

“Then we have reached an accord.”

Oh baby give me one more chance (to show you that I love you) by LunaCanisLupus_22 | 54.7K

“You like Derek,” he says slowly. “Derek Hale.”

His father grimaces at the accusation there. “Look, Stiles it’s complicated-“

“So when I was married to him,” he continues, voice rising. “He wasn’t good enough. He was taking advantage of me. ‘He’ll never be able to love you like you want, Stiles’. That’s what you said-“

Or the Sweet Home Alabama AU that nobody asked for.

I'm at one, and I've been quiet for too long by LunaCanisLupus_22 | 11.4K

“All in favour of Derek not dating for a full year so he can get his shit together and stop romancing people who want to kill us?”

Everyone raises their hands. Every single pack member.

Or the one where the pack insists Derek can't date anybody for a year but he ends up finding romance much closer to home anyway.

I know that you love me, even when I lose my head by LunaCanisLupus_22 | 135.5K

“We’re not mates, Cora,” he insists. “I mean look at him-“

“Ouch,” the kid says, no longer pushing that shit eating grin.

“He’s- he’s,” Derek tries, at a loss of how to explain why this can’t be possible. Why it shouldn’t be possible.

When sparks fly by LunaCanisLupus_22 | 87.5K | Abandoned

“Derek,” Stiles thunders. “Were you ever going to tell me your house is trying to hook us up?”

Derek’s head snaps up, eyes wide and scenting the evident crackle of magic in the air.

I'll wrap up my bones, And leave them by LunaCanisLupus_22 | 65.1K

The sign on the cage actually reads Beware: The Beast! in that crappy horror movie red paint that trickles down the paper in a failed attempt to appear like dripping blood.

And it would seem stupid if not for the living supernatural creature currently trapped behind its bars. Little hard to dismiss the big, hulking werewolf as a poorly constructed horror movie prop.

Oh how the mighty have fallen. Dude, cannot catch a break.

How long have I been on the hunt for you? by LunaCanisLupus_22 | 20.3K

“Well I guess accidental kidnapping is not so bad then,” Scott decided brightly after the others had finished describing their ordeals. “All’s well that ends well, right?”

“HAHA,” Stiles practically shouted, loud and unsettling enough that everyone turned to look at him. “I mean, yep. For. Sure.”

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Sterek but Merlin au

Derek Hale is the werewolf prince of beacon hills, a place that outlawed all types of magic. ( I was having trouble deciding who was the prince before I realized the stiles would have figured out Derek in a WEEK) Werewolf’s are naturally distrustful of it.

Stiles is the son of the commander of the city watch. Being a spark, a creature of magic. One cannot exist without the other. He is close friends with Derek and works with his father and doctor Deaton (He would be gauis)

Stiles being absolutely distraught that his very existence is a betrayal against the person he loves. But he cannot handle the idea of betraying Derek, not after Paige and Kate and Jennifer.

Going to him on his knees and confessing, crying out that he would never harm Derek or his family. To not harm his father because he had nothing to do with his magic. Begging him to spare his father and to not let him watch stiles burn. And lastly he begs for Derek to kill him, one last mercy. he doesn’t even care if it’s quick as long as it’s by Derek’s hand.

I’m struggling with picturing with Derek’s reaction, because betrayal is something he would abhor but this is Stiles. Stiles has always been and forever will be an expectation to every rule for him. Stiles no matter who or what he his, is Derek’s. And fire would never touch a lick of stiles skin. Derek would coo at how adorable stiles is being begging on his knees, he would wipe the tear from his face before making stiles vow by magic, unbreakable in every right to belong to him. (Ooh I see you master manipulator, getting your mate) binding stiles to him in every sense of the word. What does Derek care of the rules, of the kingdom against stiles. He is a second son. He won’t even be king, he’ll have a plot of land and he live there until his end of days with stiles.

This binds them even further together. Stiles killing anyone who even breathes a word of treason or assassination against his prince. Derek hunts down anyone who even looks in the direction of stiles with even a little bit a malicious

Them having a happy ending because I can’t handle angst

Their networks were cowards

[writersmess]

Hello, how are you? I hope you're doing okey so I see that you are taking request again I wanted to know if you could do a Derek Hale x reader when they have Eli and he is at the stage where he's learning how to talks and he only knows how to say his last name so when Derek and reader leave Eli on peter's watch and at one moment Eli is missing his parents so he goes to Peter and says his last name and Peter just don't understand why he is saying that and Eli ends up crying so Peter calls Derek because poor uncle Peter don't know what to do, just something funny and chaotic please ( sorry if this long and if you don't understand everything it's because english is not my first language so I might have confused everything ).

MISSING YOU | DEREK HALE

Pairing: Derek Hale x fem!reader

Summary: While under Peter’s care, baby Eli wouldn’t stop crying. Until everyone found out why.

Warning: none

Word count: 1.4k

a/n: hey sweeties! Thanks for the request! I loved it so much! I hope you enjoy it!!! I apologize for any mistakes, English is not my first language.

Masterlist

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“did you get this on tape?” you asked excitedly and Derek agreed in a murmur. You looked at him and your eyes automatically filled with tears as you saw him with a few tears streaming down his face. he was completely dazzled.

Hale.

It was baby Eli’s first word.

You were playing with the child when he randomly dropped the word. Derek was filming the moment unpretentiously as he always did to keep all possible memories of his little family, and he got to record this moment. It was magical.

“of all the words, he had to chose Hale” Derek said as he hugged you from the side and looked fondly at the baby carefully positioned on the floor with his toys.

“what can I say? He is just like his mama” you joked, hugging him back while laying your head on his shoulder.

You knew exactly why Eli chose that word.

You were Scott and Stiles’ classmate and when the supernatural world began to take over the town, you found yourself in a pack full of scared and inexperienced teenagers. Scott and Stiles took you in and explained what was going on, after you were caught in the middle of the crossfire between hunters and werewolves. Suddenly this bunch of teenagers were best friends and together they were fighting supernatural and human threats.

And there was Derek Hale.

A sourwolf who after so many losses, had to deal with these teenagers full of doubts and fears.

The moment you laid your eyes on Derek you knew your heart was his. And he knew that too, he wanted to love you. But you were too young, it was totally against his morals. And then you went away to study in another state, all of you did. Derek would never admit it but he missed you, missed your irony, missed your passionate glances, your contagious laugh.

He didn’t expect that after a few years you would come back to the city, but your father was sick, he needed you. And it was supposed to be for a while, until you decided to stay. You got a job, got your own apartment, and settled in.

You never imagined that your story with Derek would unfold, indeed you never thought that he would even look at you with second thoughts. The way you looked at him. But you decided to give each other a chance. And it worked, you were perfect for each other. Until a few months after you started to get involved, you found out that Derek’s one-night stand had resulted in a baby. It happened way before you moved back to the city, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt. It did.

But you learned to deal with it and you were willing to help in Eli’s upbringing. You loved him as if he were your own.

Since your school days you have never been able to call Derek by his name. He never really understood why, but you were too embarrassed to address him by his first name so you chose to call him by his last one. Hale. And everyone got used to it, at one point it even became cute. And even after you were together, you didn’t lose that habit, what you didn’t expect is that your son would use that as his first word.

“morning sunshine. the party is about to begin” you exclaimed excitedly as soon as Peter opened the door and he let out a grunt. He had just woken up.

“jesus, i don’t remember arranging that so early”

“what better way to start the day if not with your adorable nephew”

You said, passing the baby into Peter’s arms, and you could see how his face lit up with the baby’s presence. A smile immediately broke out on his face.

“this is not the first time, so I don’t need to remind you of the rules, also I am very eager to enjoy the day with my boyfriend, so I’m gonna get going” You let out a mischievous smile and Peter rolled his eyes.

“first of all, gross. Second, the Hale’s men are ready to take over the town” you laughed leaving them alone.

***

“okay pal, it’s just you and me and a whole day ahead of us. You have to help me” Peter talked to the baby as if he was understanding. It was comic.

He was preparing breakfast when Malia and Parish arrived at the house.

“check it out, looks like we have company today”

Malia said, changing her voice tone and moving towards the baby. She absolutely hated pda, but when there’s a baby as cute as Eli in the house, she couldn’t help herself.

“thank God you arrived. He is here for like an hour and has cried at least three times” Peter spoke and the couple could see the desperation in his eyes, making them laugh.

“he’s a Hale, it’s not like he’s easy to deal with” Parish said and both Hale’s looked at him with deadly eyes. He laughed and went into the kitchen, trying to get out of they sight “Sorry”

***

“did he just say Hale?” Parish asked as the three looked stunned at the baby playing on the floor.

“i guess so” Malia replied and they could see how Peter was smiling. “look at this, uncle Peter is getting emotional”

“shut up” Malia and Parish couldn’t hold their laugh.

What they could not imagine, was that from that moment on baby Eli would not stop crying and repeating his last name for the rest of the afternoon.

“I think he’s broken” Malia said as she shook some toys in front of the baby on Parish’s arms, trying to get him to stop crying.

“dont be stupid, Malia” Peter said with his hands on his head, he couldn’t stand to hear the child’s crying anymore “okay I’m gonna call Derek”

“he’s gonna get crazy, I don’t think it’s a good idea” Malia warned.

“well I don’t know what else to do” Peter said desperately as Eli continued to mumble the word Hale non-stop. “then I’ll call y/n I’m sure she won’t want to kill me”

You and Derek were in the middle of a make-out session when the phone started ringing. You declined the first time, but the fourth time it was impossible.

“jesus christ Peter, what happened? Is everything okay?” You answered preoccupied and you could see Derek’s watchful eyes. He was listening to the conversation.

“Ok don’t go crazy about it, the baby is fine, I’m the one who isn’t” This only made you even more worried. Derek was already starting to get out of bed and look for his clothes.

“why? What happened?”

“there’s the thing! I don’t know! Eli started to cry and hasn’t stopped for at least a couple of hours”

“did you try-“

“yes I did” he cut you.

“but the-“ you tried to say and he cut you off again.

“i tried absolutely everything that you can imagine”

You could sense the tiredness in Peter’s voice and the baby crying in the background.

“he’s not in pain. I tried that too”

“okay we’re coming to rescue you” you said as you finished getting dressed and noticed Derek grabbing the car keys.

“thanks” he mumbled and you laughed.

“he’s okay baby, don’t worry” you said comforting Derek already in the car and he sighed.

“yeah I know”

As soon as you opened the door, you could see what a mess the house was. Toys everywhere, Malia and Parish sitting on the couch and Peter pacing up and down with a crying baby on his arms. Peter was defeated. Eli had swollen eyes from crying and you could see that he was desolated.

“Hale” Eli muttered and stretched his arms out the second Derek entered his field of vision.

“oh hi baby boy” Derek said walking towards him.

The moment Derek held him in his arms, the crying ceased. His little head rested against Derek’s big shoulders and he was now letting out little sighs.

Your heart melted watching that scene and the urge to cry was huge.

“really?” Peter said and the three of them watched the scene in disbelief.

“so hale is Derek? He kept saying that all afternoon” Parish commented and you nodded.

“I can imagine why” Malia said sarcastically looking at you and you felt your face turn red.

“Well what can I say if he’s just like his mama” You joked and let out a laugh.

All this time the baby was just missing you guys, especially Derek.

He really was just like you.

[sugareey-makes-stuff]

Okay folks! This Beast has been kept under wraps since April, and now it's finally out for the world to see. Hooray! The original idea made for @sterekreversechallenges was a simple palette of blacks, greys and golds with some melty painty thing going on for our fav boys. When @wolfspurr snatched this piece right up, I was super excited because I adore her writing so much. Working with her was fun with squeeing and screaming, but that didn't come without whining and a whole roller coaster of other feels (because Stiles and Derek made us work to get this whole collab to be exactly the way we wanted it). The journey to make this particular Sterek story come to life was such a crazy one, and it was worth the endless hours of enthusiasm and labor of love we put in. And heyyy, I also got to make two more additional art pieces! So, if you want some good ol' college fun, humor, fluff, and angst with some spice, please give this story a read and some love!

Title: Molten (<- read on AO3) Rating: Explicit WC: 28k Tags: Canon Divergence, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Fluff and Angst, Mutual Pining, Kidnapping, Magical Accidents, Accidental Bonding, Spark and College Student Stiles Stilinski, Pack Beta Derek Hale, Idiots in Love, Some Humor, Stiles Stilinski is a Mess, Derek Hale Takes Care of Stiles Stilinski, Sharing a Bed, Meddling, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Sexual Frustration, Hand Jobs, Shower Sex, Anal Sex, Coming Untouched, Creampie, Awkward Conversations, Kissing, Feelings Realization, POV Stiles Stilinski, Digital Art, Illustrations

Summary:

"Stiles, is that you?" He recognizes that voice. He doesn’t know why he’s hearing it here though, in whatever cold, dark cave he’s found himself in. The owner of that voice is supposed to be miles away, back home in Beacon Hills. Unless Stiles is the one that’s ended up further from home than he could possibly have predicted. "Derek?!"

[mychemicalrachel]

Full disclosure, I have not seen the Teen Wolf movie and no I do not plan on it. I have caught a few things through the magic of tumblr and I had some thoughts. So if everything I saw is accurate; Derek has a kid Eli (basically a Stiles replacement since Dylan wasn’t in the movie. Also, nobody knows who his mother is?) and Derek dies, and he leaves his kid to Scott and Allison. Am I right so far? I’ve seen a few posts entertaining the idea of Stiles being Eli’s other dad, fix-its that have him resurrecting/saving Derek in some capacity. And so it got me thinking of my own version of how I would fix this dumpster fire and like,

What if Stiles was not Eli’s dad?

No no no, hear me out, okay?

Derek had Eli with some one night stand or whatever, it’s not important. She’s not in the picture but neither is Stiles. Stiles is just the one that got away, he’s the guy Derek has been pining over for the past fifteen years, and nothing more. Stiles finally got away from the supernatural shitshow and Derek is not going to be the one to drag him back into it just because he has feelings for him.

But Stiles is still the closest thing Derek has ever had to family and it makes sense for Derek to entrust his family with Stiles’ family. So what if he left Eli in the care of John? (hIS NAME IS JOHN, FIGHT ME ON THIS.) And John, he kind of adores the kid, right? Of course when Derek dies (because he does) John takes Eli in just as he promised he would.

But John is getting older. Eli is a handful because he is just like Stiles. John has to tell Stiles eventually what happened and he really could use some help trying to wrangle a grieving teenager, so he calls Stiles.

Stiles is FURIOUS when he finds out what happened. He hasn’t been in contact with Scott for years because he realized what a piece of shit Scott was, but the fact that Scott didn’t even call when everything was happening makes him angry. The fact that they let Derek die?? More than angry. Angry enough to kill somebody. But when he meets Eli, all that anger disappears. Eli, who is this weird mix of Derek and Stiles, who is mourning the loss of his only parent, his only family. He knows what it’s like to lose a parent, but even after his mom died, he always had his dad. Eli doesn’t have that so Stiles makes it his responsibility to become that figure for him. Not his dad because nobody could replace Derek, but a guardian.

He moves back to town, he bonds with Eli, and in his spare time he maybe starts to explore the possibilities of necromancy. Death in a place like Beacon Hills has never been permanent– Peter and now Allison are proof of that. He doesn’t tell anybody because he doesn’t actually plan on bringing Derek back, it’s just a thought that keeps him from falling apart entirely. During this time, he realizes not only his feelings for Derek, but Derek’s feelings for him. He wishes he could have just a few minutes with Derek, wishes he could go back in time and redo everything. Maybe he would have stayed in Beacon Hills, or he would have asked Derek to leave with him. And time travel, yeah that’s a possibility, too, but time is a fickle bitch and Stiles isn’t willing to gamble with it. What if he messes something up and erases Eli from existence?

In the end, bringing Derek back is kind of an accident.

Years have passed and Eli is healing, Stiles is healing– they even manage to fix the jeep together because symbolism. Stiles is going through some old journals or something of Deaton’s and he finds something that looks kind of promising (something about true love being the one thing more powerful than death or something equally as cheesy) and he’s reading it out loud and it just happens. No fanfare, no sparks, almost like it’s not magic at all. One second, Stiles is alone, and the next, Derek is there– older than the last time Stiles saw him, just as beautiful. There’s some panic because what the fuck, the last thing Derek remembers is the fire and being so sure he was going to die and thinking if only I could see Stiles one more time and now he’s here, standing in front of Stiles– also older than the last time Derek saw him, and just as beautiful. But after the panic, there’s some kissing and some crying and some long awaited love confessions, and by the time they go home, Stiles still isn’t sure exactly what happened, what he did, what the consequences might be, but he’s got his arm around Derek’s waist and the burn of Derek’s stubble on his lips and Derek is alive so nothing else fucking matters.

[kitchenisking]

Sterek Fic Rec

Thrid Night of Chunnuka

It's Been A Long Time by voidnogitsune - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3,524, sterek)

It’s just after his eighteenth birthday when Stiles comes to him, hot and hard and practically begging. His hands are white-knuckled, gripping the steering wheel too tight and Derek doesn’t have to be a werewolf to know what this is about.

Stiles stumbles out of the jeep, wiping his palms on his jeans and catching Derek’s eye in the moonlight. He flails backwards, like he hadn’t known Derek would be there the entire drive up, and Derek just smirks back at him, watches the way his pale skin catches in the light, watches the way he bites his lips until they are dark-pink.

“D-Derek. Fancy seeing you out here tonight.”

Mine by Nival_Vixen - (Rating: Mature, Words: 1,046, sterek)

Stiles can't quite believe what's happening. Werewolves, he's fine with. Werewolf rules and obligations, their social hierarchy and rankings, whatever, he can deal. But this? This is something completely foreign to him, and he has no idea how to handle it. Not when someone else is hugging Derek - his Derek - like they mean something to each other.

Long Overdue by tangowhiskey - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5,147, sterek)

Stiles is pregnant with Derek's pups. However, he's now overdue, making him tired and irritable. He wants nothing more than for Derek to have sex with him in the hope that it will induce labour. Derek may or may not love the idea.

Weave Soft Spells Over My Sight by AgnesBlue - (Rating: Mature, Words: 51,424, sterek)

Derek had blossomed steadily over the past year, growing into his ears and turning even more handsome, if that were possible. But instead of going out and melting the panties off the girls, suddenly he was coming to Stiles all bashed in, demanding that he patch him up like Stiles was some freelance nurse. It was a familiar pattern by now. 

AU in which Stiles has been living with the Hales for a few years as their assistant and friend. He needs to deal with Derek, who keeps coming to Stiles with bruises and cuts to be treated, while trying to figure out what the elderly alpha of the Hale pack is up to.

Derek May Or May Not Be A Sugar Daddy by LadyDrace - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 604, sterek)

Derek buys Stiles things, and Stiles is very appreciative. VERY appreciative.

Ironing out the Kinks by astrugglingstoic - (Rating: Explicitly, Words: 3,870, sterek)

The guy’s leaning against the side wall of the club, neither flaunting himself nor trying to blend into the background. He's fiercely beautiful and unforgiving as he turns down the dozenth man and woman to proposition him for a dance or a drink. Stiles must have him.

all i know since yesterday (is everything has changed) by EvanesDust - (Rating: T, Words: 5,005, sterek)

When Derek wakes from a bad dream, he stares up at the cutest guy he's ever met. The scent of home washes over him and he has no idea what it means. But after the guy walks away, all Derek wants is to find him again.

based on the prompt: "I was looking up a guy's info on a college computer. Heard his voice from behind me telling me how to correctly spell his last name. #IGotCaught"

Just My Type by thedevilyousay - (Rating: G, Words: 1,170, sterek)

Laura and her brother are not so patiently waiting in line at the coffee shop one morning when a cute stranger grabs her hand by mistake.

or

The one where Stiles doesn't pay attention and Laura gets to witness her brother and his new dumb boyfriend's love at first sight.

Like Real People Do by DefNotForWork - (Rating: T, Words: 4,697, sterek)

“We’re going on a date. You and me, romantically,” Stiles said again, imagining the eyebrow magic currently working on Derek’s forehead. “Why would I want to do that?” Derek asked, gracing Stiles with a little inflection, something the man never took for granted. “Because secretly you’re just a pretty girl who wants a date to the ball.”

spoilers by To_fill_the_sea - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 9,896, sterek)

Derek is confronted with a girl who accidentally traveled back in time and it throws him a bit for a loop as certain future events get revealed and he struggles how to handle these revelations.

[salemsvlog]

Alright but I just need fics where Stiles tells Derek that he loves him and Derek rejects him bc he doesn’t want to be Kate but it’s kinda too mean to Stiles and they stop talking.

Shit comes to BC as always and young Derek appears again but this time old Derek is still on the picture so we have a love triangle that Scott will laughs about for a century:

Young Derek likes Stiles - Stiles likes Older Derek - Older Derek also likes Stiles but he’s not going to do anything abou- IS THAT YOUNG HIMSELF DOING A MAGIC MIKE NUMBER ON STILES?!

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Do you know the name of a sterek fic, where Stiles has magical tattoos and the glow when they had sex? Been looking for ages. Read it a long time ago but I can't seem to remember the name 🙃

Hi anon! @merchymynydd says it could be this one, but rightfully pointed out that there are a lot of magic tattoos fics. So fingers crossed.

Hide by dr_girlfriend 

(3/3 I 12,419 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles has been rejected so many times that it doesn't really surprise him when it happens again. Hurts, yeah, because dammit — he'd thought Derek was the one. Heartbreak sucks, and he's not so sure he's going to get over it this time.

AND

@lovesouthernsweettea suggested this one!

Beltane by DevilDoll

(1/1 I 8,254 I Explicit I Sterek)

"Watching Stiles heal someone has always been a little uncomfortable for Derek, like he's seeing something intimate and private that shouldn't have an audience. That's nothing compared to how it feels." This is an AU in which Stiles has magical healing powers.

AND this one.

Grounded on Living Skin by otter

(1/1 I 9,318 I Explicit I Sterek)

The tattoo parlor didn’t look like much. The apprentice who was supposed to be inking Derek's new magical tattoo wasn't immediately confidence-inspiring either.

AND this one!

And The Moon Shined A Little Brighter by LuneFaitLaFolie

(1/1 I 17,952 I Teen I Sterek)

It’s not in the same spot, it’s over his left shoulder blade, almost like it’s over the back of his heart, but it’s just as big. It isn’t black either, so it also doesn’t match any of his other rune tattoos, which Stiles can say with confidence without looking, are either black or blue. No, it’s a deep red, the same colour as Derek’s alpha eyes.

It is though, a huge ass matching triskelion permanently on his body, and he has no clue how the fuck to tell Derek about it.

[outtoshatter]

Author spotlight of the week: @aurevell! They have heaps of fics to choose from!

Under 10k:

Returning the Favor | T | 5k tags: established relationship, same age Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski, fluff, Stiles doesn't know about werewolves Summary: Stiles pays a nighttime visit to his boyfriend in secret, or so he thinks. Unfortunately, the Hale family has keener ears than he realizes.

When Derek peers down into the dark, he finds the worst thing imaginable: his boyfriend, scaling the side of the house like some deranged cat burglar. "What are you doing here?" Derek hisses.

Burial Rituals | G | 4k tags: necromancer Stiles, cursed Derek, meet-cute Summary: The necromancer freezes halfway over the fence, stuttering to a halt the second Derek flashes his red eyes. It’s an awkward pose to hold: leg hiked up over the waist-high bars, hands gripping the rail for balance. The fence’s wrought-iron spears dig into his calf a bit as he settles, clearly caught off guard.

“Uh,” he says lamely, his face pale in the scant moonlight. “Shit.”

Derek guards an abandoned cemetery. Stiles is the necromancer trying to break in.

Sugar in my Coffee | G | 3k tags: no werewolves, established relationship, domestic fluff Summary: Derek’s not a morning person. Stiles would live on sugar if he could.

Lessons in Catiquette | T | 3k tags: creature Stiles, slice of life, pack bonding Summary: The pack’s resident werecat is kind of a mystery to Derek. Luckily, Stiles offers one-on-one tutoring.

It May Simply Lie in Wait | G | 5k tags: getting together, declarations of love, magical Stiles Summary: “This place is haunted as hell,” one boy says under his breath.

The house remembers itself, letting out a subtle upstairs creak to let them know what they’re in for. They enter anyway, inspecting its shamefully crumbled furnishings, running fingers over its tattered walls, crouching to peer at the ceiling tiles fallen on its floor, and the house—

The house does not chase them away.

Years after the fire, Derek and Stiles return to the Hale House. It isn’t sure how it feels about this.

Stories Over 10k:

The Only Thing Left | T | 13k tags: angst, no werewolves, creature Derek Summary: “You don’t need air,” Stiles echoes. “You swim. That doesn’t tell me much. What are you?”

Derek stares. He slowly lifts his shoulders and drops them back into the water.

Or, Stiles meets a stranger at the spring outside of town.

Where we Both Could Live | M | 16k tags: shy Derek, meet cute, friends to lovers Summary: Derek’s having a hard time falling asleep in his noisy new apartment.

His next-door neighbor, who always seems to be talking or singing, is surprisingly helpful with that problem.

The Third Sacrifice | T | 21k tags: magical Stiles, dark fairy tale elements, human sacrifice Summary: Stiles can see the writing on the wall. Everyone knows the Stilinskis are cursed, or magic, or both. He knows he’ll be picked as the third sacrifice—the one that dies for the sake of the harvest. But he doesn’t intend to let some ancient god rip his heart out, not if magic can help it.

If only Derek, his estranged best friend, would stop hounding him about his plans to escape.

A Badge for Everything | T | 11k tags: good alpha Derek, BAMF Stiles, boy scout Stiles, getting together Summary: Stiles Stilinski is the only loser left in a pack full of wolves who’d do anything to leave their loser days behind.

(Everything’s the same, but Stiles is a boy scout. That’s it. That’s the story.)

The Beginner's Guide to Everyday Magic | T | 29k | 8 chapters tags: magical Stiles, Stiles is pushed out of the pack, fluff, angst, Studio Ghibli vibes Summary: When the latest threat sweeps into Beacon Hills, Derek decides that the very-much-human Stiles needs to be severed from the pack for his own safety. But when the ritual goes unexpectedly wrong, Stiles finds himself alone—and unable to reach out for help when he needs it most.

Cue a retreat to his mom’s old house, where he finds that magic is more real than he ever could have imagined.

Go check out aurevell's AO3 page, and don't forget to mind the tags, leave a kudos and maybe even a comment!

[heartbreakgrill]

stiles stilinski: breakable heaven; pt. 8, “i’m always waiting for you to be waiting below. angels roll their eyes. what doesn't kill me makes me want you more.”

a/n: still sad boi hours, sorry not sorry. violence in this one, so be warned <3

“i’m gonna be honest with you guys-“

y/n turned in the passenger seat to face scott and stiles. she tapped a hand against the center console to emphasize her point, brows lifted on her face. scott and stiles gaped back, awaiting her response to the very long, very winded explanation they had just given her. all she’d wanted to know was why had scott’s eyes glowed, and why the fuck were they red?

then, they proceeded to talk over one another, scrambling out details to circumstances that she had no clue ever existed in the first. something about, like, kanima’s? druids, magic, ash made from a hill or something? her brain was fuzzy, her lip and hands still hurt, and she was sitting in wet clothes.

she wasn’t exactly in the best situation to hear about all of this.

“i’m drunk as fuck right now,” she made a wary, silly face.

stiles slammed back in his seat, huffing frustratedly. he rubbed his hands over his eyes, before pointing an accusatory finger at her, “drink your water.”

y/n rolled her eyes at his response, but cracked back open her water bottle, nonetheless. she was sobering up as the time passed, and as she downed two or three water bottles. but, she’d drank a lot. the alcohol wasn’t going to magical disappear from of her system just because.

scott leaned between the front seats, balancing his elbows on the headrests, to ask, “did you understand anything we just told you?”

y/n pursed her lips. she turned her head to look him up and down, “you’re a werewolf?” that, she had gathered.

scott nodded slowly, encouraging her to continue on.

“and there’s a pack of alpha werewolves killing a bunch of people?”

stiles waved his head side to side, “not even close.” he dropped a hand through the air.

she shrugged, “honestly, i’m probably gonna wake up tomorrow and you’re gonna have to tell me it all again. i don’t think anything is going on up here right now. y/n tapped a hand on her forehead. her expression had changed to a careless one, mirroring the fact that she really didn’t understand the amount of danger they were currently in. she really, honestly wanted to laugh out loud. she wanted to snort and say, “no fucking way.” but she at least knew that wouldn’t help stiles’ frustration.

stiles tapped his nervous fingers against his steering wheel, the bandages adorning his cuts shifting from the movement. scott had taken away stiles’ pain, but his other hand was definitely broken. he held it in his lap carefully. y/n had suggested they go to the hospital, but he insisted that they had more important things to take care of. he tried to cover it up, but y/n could still see him wince, every so often, as the pain slowly appeared again.

“i still don’t think this is a good idea- bringing her with us,” stiles admitted.

scott agreed with a nod of his head, “i really don’t think it is either.”

y/n turned back to stiles as she crossed her arms, “maybe it’s just me here, but lying to someone is never a good idea either.”

“i was protecting you!” stiles exclaimed, carelessly tossing his hands in the air. it wasn’t the first time this evening that he had declared this unwarranted position. though, this time, the volume of his voice raised a little higher than he wanted it to, making y/n itch away from him slightly. stiles caught himself, cleared his throat, lowered his tone, “do you seriously think things would have been better for us if you had known about everything all along?”

“i don’t know the answer to that! you couldn’t have known the answer to that question! it doesn’t even matter- you don’t just get to decide what’s best for me, okay? you don’t get to decide what i’m allowed to know. you don’t get to protect me from things without even telling me about them! besides, i’m not in anymore danger than anyone else in this town just because i now know about scott being a werewolf! you shouldn’t have lied to me. about anything.”

y/n was drained from the evening. her eyes were growing heavier and her stomach growled incessantly, making her even grumpier. she was already pissed off at stiles for having kept so many secrets. her physical sickness just made it worse.

having learned what he had been truly keeping from her made y/n only slightly better. so, he wasn’t seeing lydia- that was great, honestly. she wasn’t the other woman. maybe, they actually had a chance at something here.

but, the fact that he lied to, consistently, on, pretty much, a daily basis? that didn’t feel so good. she didn’t know what he was being honest about, now. like he had created some illusion of who he really was when they were together. she was held distant, isolated from his real life. and she just didn’t know stiles as well as she thought she did.

on the other hand, stiles was angry, too. angry that she’d looked at his phone, taken his private texts way out of context, and assumed the worst of him- only to be completely wrong about everything! y/n was, up to that point, special to him. she was so different than everyone else in his life. it felt like his friends, his family, his teachers, they all expected him to fail, constantly. they expected him to be late, they expected him to ruin things. she never did that. she never made fun of him for laughing too loudly, for telling the wrong jokes at the wrong times.

all his flaws, everything he thought was wrong with him- she looked through them. she appreciated them. she unconditionally trusted him and- he hoped- loved him.

as his anger swelled in his chest, stiles reminded himself of these facts. he controlled his tone, his volume. stiles licked his lips, formulating a softened response, “it’s not that simple, y/n. you just don’t get it, okay? you haven’t been around this shit before. it’s destructive. it literally kills people, y/n. even if you weren’t out here with us, every night, defending this town, you’d still be in more danger. you’d be a target, you’d have a giant red x over you. and, god forbid, i want you to be safe, away from all that. god forbid.”

y/n rolled her eyes, held up a hand, “don’t even start with the fucking romantic confessions right now, in the middle of all of this. you think confessing some bullshit feelings will fix things? i can’t even fucking believe you.”

stiles bit his lip, rolled it between his teeth. he knew if he said anything else, he would snuff out whatever flame was already slowing dulling between them. so, he didn’t respond. he could only stare, blankly, at her.

she shook her head and turned towards the window. y/tugged the hood of stiles jacket up over her head, sinking from his view, so he’d stop staring at her like she’d just killed his dog. she lay her head against the glass, squeezed her eyes shut, and willed the tears pooling in her eyes to just go away.

scott, listening patiently from the backseat, knew y/n was anything but coherent right now. he could smell her pheromones, could hear her heartbeat- it was all over the place, and she reeked of anxiety and confusion. her consciousness was manipulated by the alcohol, making her unaware of what she was saying. it was just a mess, really. the more stiles pressed, the more venom she’d spit.

honestly, he was shocked that stiles hadn’t pushed harder. usually, his best friend argued his point until the other person gave in. stiles always thought- knew, he would insist- that he was right. he struggled to put himself in other peoples shoes. and, maybe he wasn’t doing that right now, but…he was exhibiting patience. and, scott knew, somehow, that if this conversation continued when y/n was sober, she and stiles would reach an agreement. she’d forgive him- and stiles would actually apologize. call it werewolf’s intuition. or call it- scott knew stiles was very much in love with her.

scott continued to watch as stiles took in the sight of her, drunk, battered, exhausted, and gave up the fight. he was really proud of the growth he’d seen in stiles these past few months. y/n was indefinitely a part of that process.

scott gently patted stiles’ shoulder, hoping the solace would comfort his anger, his frustration. communicate that scott noticed, and was validating his efforts. stiles glanced over his shoulder at his best friend and shot him a tight-lipped smile. it was a struggle because stiles felt like literal shit. he felt like shit for lying, for losing her, for getting her drug into this mess. but, he would feel even worse if he’d push to her to a breaking point and never get her.

soon enough, they pulled into the parking lot of beacon hills high school. the benefit concert had been earlier this evening. a few staff members’ cars were still here, cleaning up the auditorium. lydia had stayed to help, to get volunteer hours. her car was still here.

the benefit concert was part of the reason why jack had thrown such a blowout party. it was supposed to be a night full of the celebration of life, to remember all of the people they’d lost over the last year. but, as things usually went in beacon hills, that was no longer the case.

instead, it was, now, turning into a apparent bloodbath.

“where’s it coming from?” stiles asked scott as the three of them climbed out of the jeep.

y/n pulled her hood down, processing this new bit of information, “you can smell blood?”

scott nodded. he looked around them, at the parking lot, the exterior of the building, in case his eyes could make up for his smell. “except i can’t pinpoint it. it’s- it’s everywhere. it’s on you guys, it’s coming from a classroom, the auditorium, i think? i don’t know.”

“okay, well, let’s just call lydia and see where she is. she’ll probably find the body before than us. she might already be with it,” stiles suggested, pulling his phone from his back pocket.

he eyed y/n as scott led the three towards the front door of the building. as the light hit her face, he could see the tears glistening in her cheeks. his breath bitched. she met his eye as she glanced around, and quickly looked away. with the hoodie sleeves down over her hands, she wiped her face clear.

she’d finally just got the tears to stop pouring. now, though y/n wouldn’t admit it, her sadness was smothered by fear. she off-put by the dark, eery atmosphere of their high school. the grounds were usually full of life, students, laughter, noise- it was desolate now. all of the lights were shut off. the wind whipped past them like a warning. still damp from their accidental dip in the pool, y/n shuddered, goosebumps littering up and down her skin.

stiles ran a hand through his drying hair, then planted it on his hip. he tried to meet y/n’s eyes again, concern plastered on his face. she was freezing cold, crying. and she looked really scared. stiles’ shoulders slackened as she turned away.

his phone rang, ten tones dialing in his ear, until it sent him to lydia’s voicemail. he huffed and sent her a text. “she’s not answering,” he tapped his phone against his hand before shoving it back into his jean’s pocket.

so, scott opened the door to the school for them. stiles ducked inside, y/n following close behind. they would search for her.

stiles stepped back to her side as soon as she was in the building, his shoulder close to hers. he wanted to take her hand, to keep her right at his fingertips, so he knew she was really there, so no one could take her from him.

in all honestly, he really just wanted to drive her home. tuck her into bed. kiss her forehead. pray and hope that she’d wake up and forget about all of this. he didn’t want to put her life in danger like this. he didn’t want to lose her.

but, she wanted to be here. she insisted. and, stiles felt he had to prove to her that what he was saying, now, was the truth. maybe she’d grant him back the trust she’d given him before all of this. maybe things would go back to normal- as normal as they could and would be. maybe she’d even deny everything, not want anything to do with this part of his life after she realizes it’s terrifying and traumatizing. they could pretend like it never happened, if she wanted to keep this a secret. he would do that, if she asked.

of course, they weren’t going to get the chance for any of stiles’ hopes to come true.

only his fears.

lydia was nowhere to be found. the three students searched the north and west wings of the school. y/n sometimes just watched as scott and stiles popped open every single classroom door, peeked inside every closet, called out lydia’s name. she wasn’t sure exactly what to do, so she just followed closely behind stiles, eyes darting across every corner of every room, on guard. other times, she’d open a door, nearly feeling like she would vomit, and look inside for the red-head.

y/n really wanted to grab onto stiles’ hand, wanted to hold it so tight that the blood rushed out of her fingers, turned her knuckles white, broke his other bones. she was terrified, and he seemed to be the only thing to ever really bring her solace, comfort. but, she resisted the urge to clutch onto him.

if he asked, she would go home. she was sobering up now. she was facing the reality of the situation.

and she didn’t want anything to do with this. she trusted him- of course she did. he knew her better than danny, than her parents. in such a short time, he’d been able to discover every inch of her, body, mind, and soul. and, she had done the same. she knew, deep down, that he meant what he said- he’d done this to protect her.

and she loved him for it. she trusted him for doing just that. things would be fixed, in the blink of an eye, if only one of them would just open their mouth again.

stiles kept an eye on her. he’d catch her worried gaze every so often. stiles would give a short nod, a half-hearted, sad smile to try to encourage her that she was safe with him. that everything would be okay. though, it was starting to feel like everything was actually very much not okay.

y/n didn’t know what expression to wear, didn’t know what to say, if she should even pierce the uncomfortable silence bracing all of them. if she said that she wanted to go home, she’d sound like a baby. but, her intuition, her gut, told her that something bad was about to happen. and she didn’t know what she was going to do when that storm caught them in it’s winds.

scott eventually changed the course of their plan, “okay, let’s just find lydia’s locker. maybe i can grab a scent off of her stuff.”

stiles perked up, knowing he would be of best use here. he led y/n and scott down the next hallway, right to lydia’s locker. she knew he had told her that nothing was going on between him and lydia, but she was still a jealous person, made worse by the fact that he still wasn’t really hers. so, the idea that he could find lydia’s locker like he was tracing a map on the back of his hand- it was discouraging to his cause. stiles didn’t really notice this, a little caught up in the newfound part of their plan. he set his hands on his hips, watching as scott examined the exterior of the locker. y/n tried not to wear her heart on her sleeve.

“do you know the combo?” scott tugged at the lock, glancing over at stiles.

the dark-haired boy pointed a finger, took in a deep breath to allow his lips to say that, yes, he knew lydia martin’s locker combination. of course he did: he’d known it since freshman year.

then, he met y/n’s eye, and noticed a deflated hope lying just inside her pupils. stiles dropped his shoulders, let his hands fall to his sides. he knew, now, how she seemed so sure that stiles and lydia had been together. he was no help to the rumor.

he kept her eyes in his as he stated, “no. i don’t.”

y/n let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding. she knew that this wasn’t true. she had his body language memorized better than her own locker combination. besides, stiles always seemed to know everything. but, the fact that he had answered no? that made her feel better, knowing he had picked her in that moment.

she was sure, after this moment, that they would be okay. she was positive. she knew it. they’d just have to get through this, then she could tell him. she could tell him everything she felt.

scott sighed softly before ripping off the lock. it made y/n jump, and she ripped her eyes from stiles’.

“holy fuck.”

so, he really did have super strength.

scott chucked slightly, “sorry.” he proceeded to rifle through lydia’s things- textbooks, a few sweaters, pencils, loose papers- smelling each and every one of them. y/n watched with furrowed brows as he tried to find the one with the best scent.

stiles kept his eyes on y/n. the cut on her chin was patched with a bandaid. it looked cute, as morbid as that thought must be. her damp hair, nearly almost dry, was messy and tangled over her shoulders. but, he still admired her beauty. he was lost in the daze he normally fell into whenever she was near.

scott snapped him out of it, literally. he held up one of lydia’s sweater, “i’ve got it. this way-!”

stiles, caught up in the moment, turned on his heel, leading himself and scott back down the hallway where they’d come from. y/n took a step to follow them, but a piercing whisper caught her ear. she turned towards the sound, a hush she couldn’t quite decipher.

at the end of this side of the building, y/n saw a shadow, cast across the floor. it poured out of the open door to the english classroom. another whisper echoed down to her, sliding across the lockers, “y/n…”

she knew she shouldn’t, but y/n couldn’t stop her feet as they slowly dragged her forward. her brows furrowed, head tilting at the sound of her voice being called out, so softly, so enticingly. she seemed to be pulled into some sort of trance. and scott and stiles were so caught up on lydia’s trail, the sound of their sneakers hitting the tile flooring covering the noise, that they couldn’t save y/n from it.

y/n continued setting her careful steps, one at a time, before her, until she reached the door to the english room. she turned her body, and immediately lay eyes on lydia. the red-headed girl sat on one of the classroom chairs, hands and feet duct taped to the limbs of it. y/n gasped, rushing into the room, “oh, my god!”

lydia sobbed in response, cheeks glistening with mascara-ridden tears, “no, no, no! you have to go! you have to leav-“

“we’ve been looking for you! stiles and scott- they’re-“

“see, stiles was right.”

y/n jumped on her feet and twisted around as the door to the classroom was slammed shut. she faced miss morel, her english teacher, who wore a satisfied smirk.

y/n took a shuddering breath as she noticed the wire swinging from her teacher’s hands. she remembered how stiles had told her the killer was using a weapon like that.

this was the bad thing that she had felt in her gut.

“you really have no idea about any of this. if you did, you would know not to follow a creepy voice just whispering your name down a dark hallway. and to think, you’re such a good, smart student. guess we don’t really cover common sense in our senior english class, no?” miss morel tilted her head as she spoke, drawing a fear out of y/n that she had never felt before.

y/n’s entire body was shaking. the tears, unwillingly, gushed back out of her eyes. she didn’t know what to do. words simply wouldn’t form in her mind. she took a step back and grabbed a hand at lydia’s shoulder, “let us go.”

miss morel snorted out a devilish laugh, “that’s the best you can come up? hm…i give you a d- for lack of creativity. now, get out of my way so i can finish what i started.”

y/n couldn’t move away fast enough as miss morel shot out a hand and sent the girl flying across the room. she slammed into the wall, banged her head off of the concrete, and crashed onto the floor in a heap. lydia screamed as she watched y/n fly.

across the school, scott and stiles stopped, dead in their tracks, at the sound of lydia’s scream. stiles spun around and took a few steps back in the direction they’d been heading from. he skidded on his feet when he noticed, “where the fuck is y/n?”

scott sighed heavily, slowly, a worried look crossing his face. “stiles…wait!”

stiles shot off faster than scott had ever seen him move. he ran towards the screams, calling out y/n’s name. he was breathless, but he persisted. lydia’s scream only ever meant one thing- someone was dying.

a gust of wind blew past stiles as scott transformed into his werewolf state. a roar rolled through stiles’ ears, too, a determined, pissed off roar. stiles ran after him, wishing, for the first time in his life, that he, too, was a werewolf. he knew once he reached scott, y/n, lydia, he’d be of no use.

and he was right.

for once, he wanted to be the hero. for once, he wanted to save the girl- his girl. he didn’t even care about lydia, or anybody else in this godforsaken town. he just wanted to turn the tides of the story, once, on his own. he needed things to be in his control.

just as he turned the corner, stiles heard another roar escape from the back of scott’s throat. then, the sound of desks crashing echoed out of the english room. stiles headed for the room, slowing his pace as he reached the door. as he went to step inside, he met eyes with miss morel and the shock made his feet trip over each other. she held out a hand and the door slammed shut before him. stiles crashed his body against the door, pounding his fist against the glass, rattling at the locked doorknob.

his eyes darted around the room, taking in lydia, tied down to a chair, scott, spitting up blood on the floor. he finally found y/n who was sprawled across the back of the room, a deep gash on her forehead, chin lolled to the side. stiles yelled louder.

then, stiles saw his dad. miss morel stepped in front of the sheriff, blocking stiles’ view.

and they disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

scott finally pushed himself up off of the floor, stumbled to the door, and pushed the desk that was blocking it away. stiles bounded into the room. he looked between lydia and y/n, glanced at the spot where his dad had been, where his gun was now the only evidence of his presence there.

stiles quickly raced to y/n, dropping to his knees at her side. he pressed two fingers to her neck, letting out a shaky loudly when he finally felt her heartbeat, weakly thumping somewhere inside her body.

“i’m here, y/n,” he sat on the cool floor, tugging her still body into his lap. stiles lay a shaking hand to her cheek, brushed the bloody hair away from her skin. she looked so pretty, still. he was convinced she could never look bad. she was just…angelic. that’s the only word he could think of. stiles caressed her skin, dazedly. he didn’t even notice the tears slinking off his face.

it all sounded distant, drowned, but he could hear scott somewhere behind him, calling the police, untying lydia. allison and isaac, derek, too, eventually showed up. their muffled conversation was drowned out to stiles, their plans and battle moves meaning nothing to them him right now. he just kept clutching y/n’s limp body like a prayer.

he didn’t know what to do, but he knew he couldn’t let her go. if he let go, then he would fall apart.

because his was dad had been taken. his dad was probably going to die. and stiles was powerless.

there was nothing he could do.

he mumbled, just loud enough for scott to hear to it, “please wake up.”

he needed her to hold him and to run her fingers through his hair and to kiss his cheek and to hush his sobs that were now racking his body and to tell him everything would be okay.

but then, the paramedics were pulling her body from his lap. they were strapping her onto a gurney, and they were loading into an ambulance. stiles followed them, closely, like a zombie. they asked for her name, her age, and he murmured it all out, subconsciously.

he climbed inside the ambulance with them, and when he finally had her hand again, when his skin was finally against hers, stiles didn’t feel so cold. stiles didn’t cry so hard.

scott watched as the doors to the ambulance shut, closing out his view of stiles. he looked at allison, at isaac, lydia and derek. but, nobody knew what to do.

[gremlinbabe]

Teen wolf headcanons: number????

-Stiles and Erica always have the best snacks Because they’re both insatiable bottomless pits for food.

-Lydia has a secret knife collection and the first one was given to her by Allison’s father before she was even in the pack

-Boyd Is a bachata king (he’s been in classes since junior high) 

-Erica is Peruvian, Portuguese, and Dutch.

- Scott took up boxing classes sometime after his dad left because he wanted to be more macho but quit after somebody clocked him in the jaw and it left his jaw crooked

-Allison is a horse girl.

-Isaac likes going to cat cafes and is regularly given cat ears by other patrons who think he works there

-Cora has participated in underground MMA fights to bring in some extra cash but was actually so good that she ended up with a decent Fanbase

- Peter is a ranch retreat owner and doesn’t tell the pack because he feels like they would crash every weekend just to be petty for all the bullshit he’s done to them

- Jackson’s adoptive parents have been treating him to mani and petti’s ever since he came out to show they’re supportive

- Derek started working part time as a mechanic because of a recommendation from his therapist

-Kira is the fastest in the pack even tho she’s clumsy. Short distance she can even out run the born wolves

-Derek and Mason have weekly Uno matches that last for hours that the entire pack likes to bet on

-Liam plays Pokémon go and is well known for being found in weird places just to catch Pokémon

-Mason is an art student & is extremely good at police sketches and that’s how he got recruited

-Jordan can turn any pool into a hot tub if he tries hard enough

-Derek asked stiles to start taking self-defense classes after Girard

-Kira convinced Malia to crochet every time something upsets her and now the whole pack Owns sweaters, blankets, scarves, and socks. Malia is currently working on hats

-Lydia and Peter regularly gamble and place bets on who will do the most stupid thing in the pack today but neither are allowed to place bets on stiles or Derek

-Stiles purposely learns wind magic just to do aang marble trick from avatar the last Airbender

-Boyd and Isaac have a secret tick-tock account where they regularly post to pack

-The entire pack knows in theory that Peter fucks because there was no other way for Malia to come into existence but still wholeheartedly believe that he got no bitches or swag (except Scott and Allison because peters flirted with both their parents and They don’t want him to actively seduce their parents out of spite so they leave him be)

[christinesficrecs]

These are also very classic but I feel like they're a little more well known. If you managed to miss it, Bones Straining is THE fic to read, followed closely by Reach Out. Also, forgot about this ficlet if you're up for a tiny bit of angst.

The Time Traveler’s Prerogative | 9.2K | Explicit

After the events of “117”, Derek doesn’t magically transform back into his twenty-five-year-old body. Instead, he’s stuck as a sixteen-year-old for an unknown amount of time. So the pack has to learn to deal with it.

Reach Out  | 20.2K | Explicit

In Which Stiles Falls in Love Twice…With the Same Person

Released (From Behind These Lines) | 15.9K | Explicit

Stiles was the first one. He doesn’t know how it started, what’s wrong with the house to make it like this, but he knows that he’s the first of them. The next one was Boyd, then Lydia, then Erica, and lastly, Isaac. It seems a habit, anyone who ever moves into the house leaves someone behind. But no one’s lived in the house for the last ten years.

Until Derek Hale.

See Me In Hindsight by weathervaanes, wishingonalightningbolt | 19.6K | Explicit

Stiles is 18 when he finds out exactly what’s going on in Beacon Hills. He has a few months left before he goes off to college, has a while to help Scott become the best werewolf he can be - and also to get into Derek Hale’s pants. And his heart.

Bones Straining Under the Weight  | 15.6K | Explicit

One of Stiles’ favorite things about life is Derek Hale’s food blog. He never expects to meet the man in person.

JEALOUS ORCHARD, THE SKY IS FALLING  | 5.8K

Stiles is away at UCLA for school. It may only be a few hours from Beacon Hills, but Derek still only visits every once in while. Suddenly, every time Derek even talks to Stiles, the boy just can’t help but bring up his new college BFF, Tara. When Derek visits, jealousy strikes. And make up sex ensues.

Can’t Be Saved (Not So Frail)  | 16.3K | Explicit

In which Kira is Derek’s ward, Stiles is Scott’s brother, and omega heat cycles are good for everyone.

This Kind of Luxe by horchatita394, weathervaanes, wishingonalightningbolt | 15.1K | Explicit

As they have for almost every US President since the 1910s, the Prime Minister and the royal head of their country pay a visit to the United States after inauguration. Which is why, when President Jonathan Stilinski is elected into office, Queen Talia Hale of Norland plans their trip.

For Love is Not Ours to Command | 18.5K | Explicit

Where Derek's skills at thinking on his feet mean that he and Stiles have to act. For the sake of Stiles' dad, of course, for the sake of the pack. No personal interest interference at all, whatsoever. Right.

Like Heaven Catching Lighting | 41.5K | Explicit

Prince Stiles of Cor has always known, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he was never truly going to marry for love. Fighting it has only made it worse. Now, presented with a choice between two children of the Hale family of Ignis, Derek and Cora, he must make the decision to determine who will rule by his side. If only it were that simple.

Sweet Dreams 'til Sunbeams Find You | 9.2K | Mature

But that’s when it happens. Stiles is on a down stroke when Derek opens his mouth against Stiles’ neck and says, “What do you think about having kids?”

Whispers in the Dark | 6.9K | Explicit

Stiles Stilinski would call himself a starving artist except for the simple facts that he is neither starving, nor does he know anything about art (unless you consider a novelist an artist, which Stiles only does sometimes). So when his best friend insists he accompany him to a show in the city, Stiles thinks it will probably be the most boring evening of his life.

Enter Derek.

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Thoughts on a Wreck-It Ralph Sterek AU, where Derek comes from a violent, first person shooter game like Halo or Call Of Duty while Stiles comes from a bright, goofy, whimsical game like Mario Kart or Splatoon?

Honestly I think the idea is awesome but super funny. You’ll also have to sit with me here because I know nothing about video games or Wreck-it Ralph. To me, Stiles will always be the person more capable of violence, even if Derek is a werewolf. So the fact that he’s in a lighthearted game is super funny.

Derek doesn’t know anything but a life of violence. He mourns for a family that was never really his; as all the time he has with them are the violent flashbacks of the story line. He hates the argents with a passion, as they were the ones who order his family’s death. That’s why his character signed up for the military, to get revenge. Stiles is a mage who has never reached his full potential. His game is an adventure game, he tries to live up to a mother he never had, as everyone always tells him that she was the most powerful mage to live. Stiles always feels like he falls short. His character is like a fox and for some odd reason is treated harsher than the villian in his game. He is always wondering what the ending of the game would be like as no one has played until the end.

While Derek probably got sick of the unending violence of his game, it’s stiles who actually crossed over. Stiles got completely mind meltingly bored of his life within the game. He got tired of being stuck and feeling like he doesn’t belong. Being the ever so curious and mischievous person he is goes looking for an exit and finds it.

He leaves his game and Deaton puts out orders to drag him back by any means necessary. Stiles ends up running to Derek’s game because he knows that the characters from his won’t be brave enough to follow him in.

Derek was in the middle of a game, hoping that whomever was playing was semi decent so he would have to watch teammates die all over again. It doesn’t matter to him that they come back to life afterwards. When an boy falls from the sky. Derek thinks he’s the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. Something clicks in his chest and for once in his life feels whole again. He can’t remember the last time he met someone so full of life.

And when stiles tells him, he escaped from his game, Derek is ecstatic that he can get away from the death of his game.

The two of them go on the run while Deaton looks to drag them back. Derek swears to protect him, stiles promises to make him laugh. They make friends though out the games that they visit, and Derek has never been happier. In the end they find out that stiles code has been tampered with (like the little girl from wreak it Ralph). Deaton had tampered with Stiles’ code to suppress his magic. Deaton had grown jealous that Stiles was more powerful than him. Always stuck to be nothing more than a mentor, a passing character. Stiles and Deaton fight, and Derek unable to leave stiles behind takes a hit for him. In his anger stiles manages to knock Deaton out but it’s not enough to save Derek.

Stiles is begging and pleading Derek to be okay, but Derek smiles at him,“I promise you, I’ll be back, I’ll wake up again.” But they both know that only works if you die within your game. Derek has died before, but this has had to be the best one. And he tells stiles this, asks him to smile. Stiles kisses Derek.

Now I have two separate way to get to the ending:

1. Stiles in that moment unlocks all his abilities, like he would have if anyone ever played his game to the end and is able to save Derek and rewrites their codes

Or 2. Derek dies there in his arms, dissolving into pixels. And he wakes up, back his game with a killer headache. Must of been a bad round last game, he can’t remember anything after the middle of the game. Strange of him to die that early. Even stranger is the pain in his chest, Derek checks for injuries but he can’t find any, but it still feels like he got shot in the heart. Derek swears that he’s forgetting something but he can’t remember what. He spends the next few games in a haze. Something in the back his head tells him that something just isn’t right. For a brief moment as he dies each game, he remembers whiskey golden eyes and the prettiest smile he even seen.

Stiles on the other hand cannot forget what it was like to lose Derek. He is dragged back to his game, in chains by Deaton. His code is locked up even tighter than before. Deaton tells him that Stiles will be stuck in this game, and he’ll never see Derek again. The pain is unbearable and this cause Stiles to try and rewrite his code to forget Derek.

****this part is not apart of the story line but I like angst so feel free to skip but Double angst: Stiles manages to erase Derek from his memories. What he doesn’t know is that this has happened over and over again. Stiles begins to feel like something is missing from his life and goes to escape, finds Derek and loses Derek over and over again. No wonder the hale pack away treated them like friends, as they’ve know each other before, but they couldn’t say anything. Each time they fall in love, desperately trying to get it right. Desperately trying to save each other. No matter what Deaton does, no matter the code that he edits. Stiles always escapes and finds Derek and every-time they fall in love.****

Back to the story line, what Deaton doesn’t know is that pain, especially pain received out side of one’s own game, changes your code. So while stiles was looking for a way to forgot Derek he finds a way to send him messages.

Derek was on edge, everyone in his game could see it. He was far more reckless now, pulling stupid stunts to get himself killed. He’s hoping to see more of the eyes and smile that haunts him. He’s in the middle of a fight with an Npc, when he gets hit in the head and sees code. So when the game ends he goes to the console, something he has never done, and looks at the code of his game.

It’s there that he finds the messages from stiles. And it’s there that he remembers who stiles is. Derek is fill with rage, as he promises to get stiles free. Deaton wouldn’t know what was coming his way. Derek was the best hunter on his team, his early kills being savage enough to warrant the nickname wolf. He was going to rip Deaton apart and laugh at his corpse.

So he packs up and leaves his game, and hunts down stiles. His picks up the friends he made on his journey with stiles (Erica, Boyd, Issac, etc.) they managed to get stiles free and Derek does what he says he would. He rips Deaton apart, for the first time in his life he relishes in the violence he causes. Stiles unlocks every line of his code and he puts Deaton in chains.

He edits the code in his game and Derek’s to allow for each other to become a character if they so choose. Derek mostly goes to Stiles game, as he hates the idea of Stiles living in his game, of being nothing more than a soldier when Stiles is so much more.

They have each other and they have a home to go to, neither of them ever feel alone again. Derek tells the story of an angel falling from the sky at their wedding. The single moment that changed his life.

Anywhere, I hope you enjoyed this!! Thanks for the ask!!

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

a/n: all characters are over the age of 18! :)

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ      

ENTP

Ravenclaw

Chaotic Good

Gemini Sun, Aries Moon, Aquarius Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・You’re light in not only Stiles’ life, but the whole group. 

・They come to you when life feels too much. 

・You’re there with the kettle on, ready to hear their problems and read their tea leaves

・There’s always an animal worming their way around your legs, either a cat or one of your dogs

・You adopt as many animals as you can, usually from Alan Deaton, the vet. 

・Scott likes you because you bring a sense of calm to Stiles’ chaos

・And Stiles didn’t realise he had a crush on you until Scott pointed it out.

・You constantly have to bring Stiles back down to earth. His mind is constantly racing and thinking about the next problem

・Stiles couldn’t help but fall in love with you. You were always so kind to him. When everyone else thought he was ‘too much’, you couldn’t get enough

・ It was your smile that did it for Stiles. That sweet, sometimes mischievous smile. 

・You originally thought Stiles was one of those sceptics that brushed the existence of magic as mere fiction

・But Stiles was the first one to believe in your witchcraft:

     “We have werewolves, Banshees and god knows what else. A witch seems the most realistic.”

・When the group doesn’t have any leads, they come to you for help. It’s not easy being a witch. It uses a lot of energy. You can do locating spells, but it drains you a lot

・Stiles hates coming to you for help because he knows how much it physically costs you 

・Some teenagers like to graffiti your home - but they can only do it once. You’ve cast a spell so whoever tries to do it again loses their ability to talk normally

・It also means you know who’s been doing it

・Because parents panic and news always travels around town, the graffiti is next to non-existent now (also because Stiles makes sure to clean it off before you notice)

・He can be very, very stubborn. And often thinks he knows what is best. 

・But he’s also ... very honest. So you know when he’s lying (he’s so bad at it):

     “Stiles...tell me the truth.”

“The truth is ... that ... I ... am...- okay god stop looking at me like that.”

・Likes cuddling A LOT. But is fussy, and if he can’t get perfectly comfortable, then he wants to be the little spoon.

・Is a really heavy sleeper, and whenever he stays over at your place he’s the last to wake up

・LOVES when you make his favourite food. Literally falls in love, not even being dramatic. His mind is like ‘this is the one. I’m keeping them.’

・Loyal to. a. fault. Will die for you, will do everything in his power to keep you safe and out of danger. That’s another reason why he doesn’t like getting you involved in the supernatural stuff. 

・You know exactly what he’s thinking, because you can see it clearly on his face. 

・ “Stiles, do you tell my secrets to Scott?” 

“Ugh, not the really secretive ones?”

・Sheriff Stilinksi loves you, he thinks you’re great for Stiles. You make his chaos less ... chaotic. He was a bit apprehensive about your witchcraft at first, but then he had the same outlook as Stiles. “At least you’re not a ...hellhound or something.”

・Stiles NEVER fails to make you laugh 

・You find the most random things in his car. Ducktape, a metal baseball bat, keys to many, many buildings, rope. You asked him if he had a first aid kit, since he had everything else, and his eyes glazed over. 

   “I KNEW I was forgetting something. God!” 

・You make protection amulets for him, and give him crystals. He doesn’t understand but takes them wholeheartedly anyway

・His favourite crystals are labradorite (”because I like when it shines, duh”), malachite and blue tiger’s eye 

・Vending machines are his mortal enemy and if he sees one he forbids you from using it (you use it anyway)

・Having weekly meals at his father’s place 

・You were really really good friends with Allison, and her death was heavy for you. 

・Adores going to metaphysical stores with you. He picked out a deck of tarot cards (wants to pay but you never let him. So he tries to gift you as many things as you’ll need, so he can buy them)

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑷𝒆𝒕 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖: You’d think he would be very open with nicknames for you. But he’s very embarrassed by it. Not embarrassed of you, but of showing you verbal affection. After being in a stable relationship for a while, he would start calling you names like ‘sweetheart,’ or ‘honey’, especially when you weren’t listening to his warnings

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆: Physical Touch and Words of Affirmation. He’s always on the go and can feel like you aren’t a part of his world. But you always make sure to leave little trinkets in his pockets or in his car. 

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Romantic Flight by John Powell

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

Chaotic Dumbass (Stiles) x Oh God That’s My Chaotic Dumbass (You)

Gifts Rocks As Gifts x Takes The Rocks Without Question

Talks A Lot (Stiles) x Likes To Listen (You)

 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆:

It’s Always Been You